After being sacrificed by a pagan cult, you turn back to life... sort of. You are standing in a greenery, filled with light-scented flowers and soft trees, seemingly during spring time. As you turn around to figure out everything that is available in sight, you finally see a very tall woman sitting down, leaning onto her elbows.

"Oh, I see my cultists have chosen you as my breeding bride, isn't it? Interesting choice I dare to say, but I trust their wisdom. I'm Gaia, Mother of Life in Ancient Greece tradition, may I know your name, darling?"